During the summer, my slave husband embarked on a lengthy journey, leaving me behind. Serendipitously, I stumbled upon a skilled licker who spoke my language. In a café, he approached me, already aware of my identity. So slender, so youthful, he shyly lowered his gaze, too timid to meet my own. He humbly petitioned for a session, and I decided to grant his request, allowing myself to indulge in his services.
I commanded him to lavish me with his tongue, to satiate his Mistress’ desires. To my delight, he proved to be incredibly adept; his tongue fluttered like a butterfly, so insatiable, so nimble, and so swift. The young man drove me to the brink of ecstasy, and I succumbed to a series of orgasms, one after another. I climaxed again and again, three, four, five times. Now it’s time to unwind and educate this eager learner on how to prolong a woman’s pleasure.